Shattered Facade
by Miss. Sunday
Summary: In the secret mindscapes of the death gods who wield ice there lies a entity that desires the state of being. When Hitsugaya decides to give up on life it starts a chain reaction that will shake the soul society to it's core.
1. Chapter 1

(A/N) I thought it was time for me to finally write a Bleach story since I had this in my head at the time I figured this would be a test run to see if I can actually write something intelligible.

Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Bleach

**Shattered Façade**

The blades whipped through the air singing a sharp staccato of metal clashing with metal- "_I will never let you touch Aizen!"_

Hands gripping hilts, baited breath held until the next strike- "_Look what he has done to you…to everyone! Why can't you see it?" _

The sound of fake laughter from a throat tired of screaming echoed and died down to a quiet murmur - "_No…I don't care what you say…I will kill all who oppose him…"_

Sinews and ligaments tense, straining against the bondage of tired flesh, and two sets of eyes widen. One in a silent plea and the other enveloped and forsaken in madness- "_No…Momo please you can't mean that." _

Madness is gone now, all life is gone and the eyes that had been so angered and desperate were resigned and dead- _I will kill all…I WILL KILL YOU…_

The steel glints in the false light showing the reflection of its wielder before it falls silently onto the dusty ground. Beaten and worn he collapses onto his knees staring up at her eyes. Her name playing gently at his lips- _Momo…Please stop this! Please… I…I care about you Momo._

She can't seem to hear him anymore, no…she did hear but she was far too gone to care now. The eyes devoid of all human nature stare back at him. A comrade and companion no longer but in his vision a stranger appears. The stranger runs at him again sword held high screaming out its killing intent- "_DIE!"_

For a moment he thinks she will stop in mid strike but she doesn't. He feels the blade hack into his shoulder; he sits there staring at her in shock at what she had done. Her face twists sneering at such a pathetic stare, her hands move in a saw-like motion against his bones and she could hear the sounds as it starts to enter his chest cavity. She raises her leg and in one fluid motion kicks him in the face savagely tearing her sword free from his flesh at the same time. Pain replaces shock and he clenches at his shoulder, trying to roll away from her as she raises it again above her head bringing it down with unrelenting force. Momo's sneer widens stretching across her face threatening to split it in two, she had missed her intended target but she had caught one of his legs nearly decapitating it from his body. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets and her mouth opened wide in a joyful scream, _**"THIS IS FOR YOU AIZEN!" **_

His voice lodged in his throat and no sound came from his mouth only the withering of his body could tell of the pain he was enduring. Toshiro's teeth were pressed against the cold ground as his eyes nearly blinded by his sweat, blood and tears roamed upward seeing her draw near him eagerly, her sword swinging down for the final strike. His lips curled up in agony and anger, _"No not like this…NOT LIKE THIS!" _

He did not know how Hyourinmaru had gotten into his hands nor did he completely understand what would happen next. His mind was too clouded to see that his body was reacting on pure instinct. He gripped his hands onto the hilt and thrust the zanpakto deep into Hinamori's chest. Toshiro's eyes widened and for a moment pain was forgotten and his hands slipped away as if Hyourinmaru itself was on fire. For a brief second his eyes stare accusingly at the hilt of the blade but Hyourinmaru remained silent, as cold as ever. Toshiro's gaze went away from the blade to Momo. Gone was the warrior and for the first time in a long time Toshiro looked like a frightened child. _"M-Momo?" _

Hinamori looked down at the imbedded blade uncomprehending what had just occurred. She still did not understand why Toshiro's blade was in her chest as she fell to the ground. Even in her final moment Momo never did look at Toshiro, not once. Instead her glazed eyes looked heaven bond and a small smile graced her lips. _"Aizen… My…Ai…zen."_

Toshiro's body began to tremble, his breath coming in short gasps staring down at the corpse in horror. He tried to reach for her but everything became blurred and distorted, before the unforgiving darkness claimed his conciseness he gave one last mournful look at her twisted form. _"What have I done…?"_

_Four Months later..._

The smell of anesthetic and metal wafted through the room and wormed its way into his head making it swim with half formed thoughts and a pulsing pain at the center of his skull. Inside the mixed hue of green and blue was a dull shock that had not yet left his eyes but glazed over and had stayed there ever since the battle in Heco Mondo had occurred. A pair of soft skilled fingers touched his face and gently opened his left eye wider and a small light shined into it, the same process was repeated again with his right and the fingers left his line of vision. Captain Unohanna's voice came somewhere in the general direction to his right, "I have good news Captain Hitsugaya-tachio, the wounds that you received in your battle with the arrancar were indeed fatal but it seems you will be able to stand within the next month."

He showed no indecation that he had heard her; he simply stared up at the same ceiling listlessly. Unohanna pursed her lips and walked over to his bed-side talking more to herself than to him, "It has been four months since we defeated Aizen and the arrancar…it has been four months since your battle with the traitor Hinamori Momo and still you remain in this state."

She looked at him now; the once proud arrogant dragon was now nothing more than a shell of what he was back then. When she would come and check on him she pondered the same thing over and over again. Who was it that had really died that day during his battle with Hinamori Momo? She drifted toward the door and with a final look back shut it behind her.

Toshiro closed his eyes, his mind in a fog as it had always been in. His thoughts drifted deep inside his mind, _"What's the point living? Why should I even try anymore? I'm so...tired of this..."_

His mind began to lull in a cool darkness and it felt comforting to forget all the reasons he wanted to live, there were so few now and this darkness like the one he experienced when he killed Hinamori came over him. He felt that this was something final in the darkness. His choice to give up, his mind was made up. He was so far gone he did not hear Hyourimaru shatter in it's sheath.

Inside the Kuchiki compound the morning sunlight was just creeping over a large window left open. A shaft of light hit the face of the occupant inside making her small form curl into a tighter ball. She flopped over burying her face in the white sheets, her muffled curse words died down in a quiet yawn and she was silent. Trying to find a better spot she rolled over again forgetting she was already at the edge. She slid off the bed taking most of the sheets with her and landed on the floor with an undignified _thud_. She laid there for several minutes before a groan of pain escaped her lips. A small hand wriggled out of the sheets and felt for one of the many pillows she slept with, finding one she pulled it down and made herself comfortable again. After a few moments sounds of deep breathing became rhythmic and she fell back asleep.

Rukia wanted desperately to get back to her dream of finding the world's rarest collectable Chappy juice box but somehow it didn't return. Instead Rukia felt herself becoming increasingly cold. Rukia shuddred uncomfortable with the sudden change in temperatuter she opened her eyes and stared in shock at what she saw. Gone was her room bed sheets and pillows instead there was a clouded sky and snow falling all around her. She was floating just shy of the snow covered ground her raven hair flying around her. But this place was not unfamiliar to Rukia. On the contrary this place was the domain that Shirayuki shared with her in her mind. But there was something wrong here it was not a gentle coolness but it felt harsh and empty. "_Shirayuki?"_

At first there was no reply but the falling snow started to glow softly turning into small white butterflies fluttering around her and a fragile melodic voice seemed to come from the simultaneous beating of their tiny wings, "_Rukia…there isn't much time…the guardian is breaking. You must get him back before she awakens. Hurry…I can't…hold her off much longer…"_

Rukia's incomprehension turned to horror as the butterflies began to disentergrate she threw her hands up in the air, _"Shirayuki!"_

Everything became white she tried to thrash around but the white hindered her movements wrapping around her limbs the more she struggled the tighter it became she gave a cry of panic. Shirayuki, she was in pain something was hurting her. Rukia couldn't sense her presence. Where was Shirayuki? Suddenly something seized the whiteness and she was violently tossed out onto what felt like a solid wood floor. Rukia opened her eyes wide, she was in her room back in reality. Towering above her holding the sheets in a tight grip was her brother Bayakuya Kuchiki. Faint indentations of worry creased his perfect brow as he stared down at her his smooth voice bore only a slight resemblance to his expression, "Rukia, what's wrong?"

Now Byakuya Kuchiki was not one to show much emotion but the sight of his sister trembling like a leaf was enough to cause concern. She waved his hand off "I'm fine I just…"

She blinked several times where was her sword? Gone. She was gone… Her large purple eyes looked up at her brother in terror she grasped at the bed and lifted herself up trying to take a step forward but fell to the floor fainting away. "Shirayuki-"

(A/N) Hope it wasn't too rushed. REVIEW PLEASE!


	2. Chapter 2

**(A/N)** I would like to thank the following people for reviewing my story: CrazyOnDisplay, Blackbelt, Kbookworm3, scarlet white cross, momo21, and honey-vanilla11. I do hope you and others shall take the time to read this and review I would appreciate all constructive criticism and reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach

**Shattered Façade**

_Shiro-chan…_

His eyes half opened than closed again in slow succession; a soft sweet voice was calling him. Who was it? He remembered being sucked into this lonely darkness, he had been so tired of everything. So tired of trying anymore.

_Shiro-chan…wake up…_

The voice was so familiar, so inviting it begged him to open his eyes and in his view was none other than the phantom that had haunted his dreams. Hinamori Momo. He took in his surroundings in one heartbeat. He was sitting in a small black chair in the middle of a white room and there she stood in front of him looking very much alive. She walked towards him that familiar smile tugging at the corners of her lips, _"Ah there you are_…_my Shiro-chan."_

His heart was pounding in his chest, his breath quickened at the sight of her. He had denied her death for so long, hoping against hope that she would come back to him. Toshiro began to rise out of the chair but was stopped by her warm gentle hand. He felt the warmth of her hand through his clothes and it shocked him, coursing through his veins with her vitality, she wasn't an illusion. Alive…she was _alive_! "M-Momo…I thought I…How?"

Momo smiled at him her eyes glinted in the glowing light becoming brighter almost purple. She put a finger to his quivering lips, her voice changed becoming softer and almost angry. _"It doesn't matter now…Hush Shiro-chan…"_

Instantaneously his hopeful vibrant teal eyes dulled, and he slumped back in his chair his head lulled on his chest for a moment and than looked back up at her his lips moved mechanically, _"Momo…"_

Momo's face contorted into a horrible inhuman smile as she sat on his lap putting her head on his shoulder, _"Oh Shiro-chan lets stay here…forever…"_

Toshiro laid his head against her his glazed eyes smiling up at her eyes seemed different somehow…darker than before he could have sworn he saw purple but it didn't matter to him. As long as he could protect her again, nothing mattered. "Yes. Momo…"

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Unohanna continued to walk along the corridors of the fourth division medical facility occasionally opening a window peering out of it and walking onward. This was not an unusual behavior for her; this was something that Unohanna did when she wanted to think. Usually out of courtesy many did not bother her in her musings and this allowed her mind to drift back to an important matter at hand. Hitsugaya's body condition had improved considerably yet his mental state had deteriorated at an alarming rate. _'Hinamori's betrayal has nearly destroyed him…there has to be some way to help him recover…"_

Her hand rested on another locked window contemplating silently to herself her dreamy expression suddenly turned into a frown, slowly her hand left the lock and her entire body went rigid. A spiritual pressure was coming toward her, flaring everywhere unchecked like wild fire, the entire building started to creak under its intense weight. This wasn't good at this rate her patients might be harmed. Quickly she closed her eyes and let her own flow outwards toward the other. Instantly it grasped onto her and when she opened her eyes again he stood there a subtle glint of panic in his perfect face. Bayakuya Kuchiki.

Unohanna tilted her head the frown remaining on her face and looked at him expectantly, what she did not expect was what he held under his hakama. At first she cold only see slight color of pink. Taking a step closer her frown deepened than turned to utter bewilderment, dwarfed by Bayakuya's large frame was Rukia Kuchiki. Her face was as pale as chalk, but what alarmed Unohanna was her body. Slowly covering her pink Chappy printed pajamas were long thin silver strands of ice. Unohanna's gaze turned upward to face Bayakuya, "What happened to her?"

Bayakuya was looking down at his sister, "I do not know, she had awoken from a nightmare and collapsed shortly after. I have tried to revive her but then this started to happen…"

Unohanna quickly ran a hand over Rukia's forehead and than withdrew it, the poor girl's temperature was dropping rapidly to a dangerous level. Her spiritual pressure was becoming erratic and she was shivering violently, this wasn't good at this rate she might be as good as dead. There was only one room close enough with the necessary medical equipment to help her, Unohanna straightened up and nodded to Bayakuya, "Bayakuya Kuchiki please follow me."

And with that she headed to the emergency room not knowing the chaos that was taking place there. Or rather inside the mind of one Toshiro Hitsugaya.

--

Rangiku Matsumoto swung the sake back up to her mouth taking another sip of the searing liquid, feeling the fleeting warmth settle into the pit of her stomach. It had been getting colder in the soul society for three months now and it seemed to be extra chilly this morning. Ever since her captain had been recovering she had unofficially taken over for him. To the surprise of others she seem to take it all in stride, finishing her papers early and visiting her captain daily. It had now become routine for her now. She would sit at the edge of the bed and talk to him about her day, what she was doing, how the weather had been and other meaningless stuff. In the end though it was always the same. The conversation was always one-sided.

At first she hadn't minded, she had kept on telling herself that he would wake up from that stupor on his own. She just had to give him time to recover. Over the days Matsumoto did not know how it started but she had began to go to his room slightly buzzed. The amount she drank was just enough to get that pleasant feeling in her stomach it never exceeded that amount. The reason for the want to get buzzed was simple. It was to take the edge off during her visits to him.

After awhile seeing him in that state had become a strain to her, the mounting silence that had compiled itself every time she came was the last straw. Deep down she knew she was too weak to take it fully sober. It hurt too much for her to handle it that way so she found an easier way. But oh how she hated it and most of all was the regret she couldn't take. Matsumoto regretted that she had not been strong enough to help him. So to save face and her pride she decided the best thing to do for him was to sit to talk and to wait for him. Everyday.

She twirled a strawberry lock of hair and flipped it back contemplating on what to tell him today. Hmm…what did she want to bitch about today?

Taking a stride on one of the outside halls she stopped dead in her tracks, the sake bottle clattering to the floor. Her mouth hung slightly open, "S-snow?"

It was snowing in the middle of what should have been a balmy spring, but that was not what had caught her attention. Against the stark white the hell butterflies had started to swarm in a mass of black dancing above the fourth division medical facility. Unconsciously her legs had started to fly across the wood floors to where the butterflies were currently surrounding. Her tachio's room…

(A/N) Revised because I wanted to add this part in. Also a friend of mine asked where Rangiku was in all of this well yeah there she is…and there she goes. REVIEW PLEASE!


	3. Chapter 3

**(A/N)** I have every intention of seeing this fanfic through so any reviews on how this story is going will greatly progress it. I must apologies my sis is now a tyrant of the computer, so I haven't had time to finish the chapter if it seems slightly rushed or seems wooden please inform me. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own bleach

**Shattered Façade**

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Isane Kotetsu's sleeping form was still in the gloom of dawn. Her breath came out in wisps of cool cloud that floated into the air around the room. No sound penetrated her room not the gasps or the screams of panic that would indicate the chaos outside nor any sound for that matter emitted from the assistant captain's room. Silence. Even her breath was mute. The cool cloud floated around her encircling her form in a light haze finally settling beside her bed in the shadows. It condensed and where it touched frost formed growing thicker and thicker solidifying into a humanoid form. Then from the shadows long pale spider-like fingers came fourth into the gray light and traced the hem of the bed coming to rest at the edge close to her face. The hand paused there as though deciding what to do next. Then slowly almost shyly they brushed the soft locks of hair from her brow tenderly.

A soft voice filled the room, "_So…you have put your master in the confines of her mind, it will not help her escape Itegumo, the frozen snow…"_

The hand quickly withdrew back into the mist and an angered rasp emitted from the shadows, _"Show yourself Sode No Shirayuki."_

A small white butterfly floated down into the shadows and as quick as lightning the hand closed around the butterfly caging it between it's pale fingers and bringing it closer the light emitting from it's wings brought Itegumo into the light. Itegumo's humanoid body was long, slender and pale at it's elbows three long thin spikes of ice curved into wicked points. On it's head instead of hair were large thick spikes of ice running in cascades like frozen water along it's back. Shards of deep blue ice stuck out like armored crystal scales running up to the sides of its thighs. Itegumo's pointed facial features jutted out as though carved by a knife, it's three white eyes barely tinted with purple the third sitting in the middle of it's brow narrowed as pale blue frosted lips thinned into a grimace. _"So I should just stand by and watch as that thing devours her soul as well as my own? Is that what you would have me do Shirayuki?"_

The butterfly floated through Itegumo's clutched fingers but Itegumo made no move to stop Shirayuki as she fluttered glowing bright and brighter, the glow thinned becoming feminine and the butterfly's image seemed to shatter till there was thousands covering the light spilling fourth forming something like a kimono around it's body the light formed a head and tinted purple eyes looked back at Itegumo narrowing sending it a wordless threat. Itegumo chuckled resting on its haunches, _"So she is starting to devour you neh Shirayuki?" _

The purple eyes blinked and the beating of the butterfly wings grew until they became a soft voice, _"I see I am not the only one she has decided to devour Itegumo. You can feel her inside our realm again can't you?" _

The crystal spikes along it's legs and elbows rose like hackles and a growl escaped it's lips, _"Of course I can why do you think I placed my master so deep inside her mind for?" _

Before Shirayuki could reply Itegumo tossed it's head dismissively to the side it's mane of crystal ice flying behind it, _"We could always run away from her when she comes back. We don't even have to be here Shirayuki we could simply take our masters away and…"_

Shirayuki shook her head sadly her voice faltering slightly, _"It won't work that way now Itegumo have you not noticed? Hyourinmaru…she took Hyourinmaru's master when he was inside his mind. As a result Hyourinmaru's powers are her own now there will be no escape once she is set free." _

Itegumo's eyes looked down at Isane sleeping form it's voice quiet and cold, _"Is that why you sent Rukia Kuchiki into the boy's mind? You selfish woman do you know how much danger Isane is in because of what you have now done?" _

Shirayuki tilted her head upwards looking at the ceiling, _"I am well aware of what can result if Rukia can not find him. If you are unsure of her capabilities then I suggest you help her. Remember Itegumo if Rukia is devoured than she will fully awaken and when she does not even the Kurosaki child nor anyone for that matter will be enough to put her back to sleep again. All I can do is keep her reitsu from consuming Rukia. I am not allowed inside the boy's mind but you are you can help her."_

Itegumo rose, the frosted mist swirling around it angrily, _"I know the rules of her games Shirayuki only our masters aside from me may enter may enter another's realm. Manipulation is her tactic not yours so you best remember that next time you need my power. Aside from that if we get the boy there is no guarantee that Hyourinmaru will be recovered-"_

Itegumo broke off at the sight of Shirayuki her pupil-less eyes widening growing a darker shade of purple. Her body started to shiver as the butterflies began to break apart with each convulsion her voice came out in a fading hiss. _"S-she knows…Rukia is there. Itegumo I can't hold her off much longer please we have to act now!"_

With that she dispersed, flying back into the mindscape, leaving Itegumo alone with Isane. It's fingers flexing Itegumo stared at Isane for a moment, _"I am sorry child but my powers must awaken soon for both our sakes. If the Kuchiki is devoured than there will never be enough distance to put between us and her no matter how fast I run with you." _

Itegumo placed it's fingers on her forehead slowly fading back into her, _"There is no need to get you involved for now so continue to sleep and dream Isane. Sleep and let me run for you."_

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White…

The absence of all color was the first to greet her eyes that fluttered open examining her environment with a critical gaze. Her arms wrapped around her body tensed as Rukia came to the conclusion that she did not know where she was or even how she came to this place. Her fingernails dug into the floor as she sat up her body being extremely uncooperative to her demands. Rukia rested her brow against her open palm, blinking several times she tilted her head upwards and instantly regretted it as she felt an unwelcome head rush. Her lithe frame shivered slightly under light radiating from the walls surrounding her, "Where…am I?"

Slowly she stood up running her hands through her hair probing her throbbing head for any signs of damage. None. She ran her hands over her pink Chappy print sleeves lifting one she exposed the pale flesh beneath, grasping onto the skin she pinched it hard. _Ow_. Okay… So she wasn't dreaming that much was for certain. But wait…if she wasn't dreaming than where was she?

Rukia closed her eyes for a moment to recompose herself she mustn't lose what little nerve she had right now. She opened her eyes and sighed rubbing her temple she walked over to a wall. _Walls…_How she had grown to hate walls. Any confinement that she was in made her head swim causing her anxiety to build. They made her feel trapped and helpless the two things Rukia despised the most. Shaking her head free of those thoughts now Rukia turned her full attention to the wall. It glowed giving off a slight sensation of coldness that seemed to gravitate towards her; slowly she placed her fingers onto the surface. It rippled as though not made of solid stone, it was more like water to the feel of it. She slowly pushed her hand through the material feeling cool air rushing past her fingertips, something else brushed past her fingers and before Rukia could let out a cry of panic she was pulled violently in.

Rukia nearly stumbled as she took another step, the light in this room was brighter now and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. This room was not like the one that she had awoken to no it was far different. It was like a broken shell of stark white suspended against what she supposed was the sky. It boiled like some unfathomable monster it's dark gray clouds rolled around the room's outer interior like a restless viper. The wind hissed until it roared against her ears wiping her hair around her face as though to uproot her from the spot and cast her into the raging sky. Her eyes focused at the edge of the room overlooking the drop sat two people in a single chair their backs turned to her. But of the two there was only one person she knew of that had hair the color of snow, Rukia's voice was an inaudible mumble, "T-Toshiro Hitsugaya?"

Whether he was Hitsugaya or not he made no response but the other lifted their head from his shoulder to look back at her and Rukia could only stare. Hinamori Momo smiled up at her innocently and her voice cut through the air and wrapped itself into the Kuchiki's mind until even after the words were spoken they echoed inside of her like a sick mantra, "Hello…R..u..k..i..a…"

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Captain Unohanna's voice for the first time was raised to that of a full blown yell, "HOLD HER DOWN. HOLD HER DOWN!"

Several medical leaders of the relief squads tried to hold the thrashing little Kuchiki Rukia but to no avail. She was screaming now as bursts of powerful spiritual pressure exploded from her body, several of the medical assistants had to stay out of the room because the pressure that she was emitting had become unstable and too great to withstand. The ice that had started to cover her body before had now encased her entirely and like vines possessed they danced around her form as the bursts of spiritual pressure intensified. Through the chaos this left only Bayakuya and Unohanna herself alone in the room with Rukia and Toshiro Hitsugaya.

One of the assistants managed to shout above the din, "CAPTAIN UNOHANNA, CAPTAIN HITSUGAYA IS AA-!!"

Unohanna turned around too late as a powerful burst of spiritual pressure knocked her down throwing her small form to the wall or what was left of it. With half of the ceiling exposed Unohanna saw thousands of hell butterflies in volatile swarms above the room snow swirling around them but they made no move to decend as tough waiting for something to happen. For a moment Unohanna was completely lost for any thought. Her mind was frantic, what was happening? Why was this happening?

Unohanna gritted her teeth and turned around both Rukia Kuchiki and Toshiro Hitsugaya's spiritual pressure had taken physical forms now lashing at the walls their pressure combined started to take a more violent dance entwining the two in a circle of frozen destruction. Hitsugaya's pressure was so great it had him physically suspended above the floor but he was watching Rukia on the ground never taking his clouded gaze from her body for a second. It seemed as though he was having a conversation with her and he was becoming angry.

Unohanna felt a jolt go through her body and turned her head slightly to the side watching Bayakuya try to get closer to his sister as much as possible. But than Rukia's body shot up with another burst of energy knocking Bayakuya to the floor and he did not get up. The screaming and thrashing ceased. Slowly Rukia's eyes opened to meet Toshiro's but something was wrong. In her eyes were rolling orbs of purple light, and her voice was not one Unohanna had ever heard before like it was two talking at the same time. _"STOP IT! STOP IT! STAY AWAY! Ah-AAAAHHHHHHH! "_

Rukia continued to cry out as her hands flew towards the sky wanting to grasp the very heavens above to tear apart and destroy. From the gray sky the hell butterflies descended upon her engulfing her in their swarms. Than another voice could be heard yelling across the hall, "NO! AIKU!"

The sound of feet running past Unohanna caught her attention and in the destruction she saw a creature run in the middle of the two ice warriors, and a great flash of light fell on all and than there was nothing. Only silence.

No butterflies. No light. Neither Rukia Kuchiki nor the Captain Hitsugaya was there. But Unohanna was more concerned about the creature, for a moment she had seen the creature's image flicker if only for a brief second. Unohanna passed out before the question had even left her lips, "Isane…?

**(A/N)** Well what do you think stiil too short or what? What do you think of the descriptions of Itegumo and Shirayuki? Should I make Itegumo a boy or girl or let it remain an "it"? Review please I will really appreciate your feedback.


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